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Valentine’s Day in the Club by Megan Slayer
Valentine’s Day Sucks
Shara Azod Publishing
M/F, Contemporary, Holiday
Shara Azod Publishing: http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/valentines-club.html
What happens in the club, stays in the club...except on Valentine’s Day.
Being single on the dreaded day of love sucks. Ask Morgan. Three years in a row of sucky dates have made her gunshy. But a night of clubbing and a chance meeting with the man who features in her naughty fantasies just might turn this girl’s thoughts around. Maybe.
The moment he laid eyes on Morgan, Trip knew she was the woman for him. And what better day to make his move than Valentine’s Day? He’s about to find out how hard he’ll have to work to get what he wants—her.
And now for the Hot Snog!!
“Lacey? Carmona? She can hold her own. She’s probably already broken
the hearts of half the men out there.” Trip pointed to Lacey, who was grinding
her ass against a dark-haired man. “Want to dance?”
“No.” Who was she kidding? She wanted to dance, and with Trip, but
fuck. The last time she’d let go and offered her heart, she’d ended up paying
the damn price.
“You’ll do anything to push people away, won’t you?” Trip rose to his full
height, then grabbed her hand. “Come on.”
“Where the hell do you think we’re going?” Morgan braced her feet. “I
am not going anywhere with you.”
“You’re pissed and hurting.” His blue eyes blazed, and his warm breath
feathered on her cheeks. She noticed the freckles sprinkled on his nose. Since
when had he sprouted freckles? And why was she looking?
“Lacey said you were upset, but I never expected you to be this upset.”
Trip wrapped an arm around her. He tugged her across the room, through the
throng of sweaty bodies to his office. What did he want? To stretch her across
his desk for a quickie? Hot sex against the wall while the dancers partied,
oblivious, on the other side? Her pussy quivered, and she pressed her knees
Trip McDivott served as the principal player in all her naughty fantasies.
Now he wanted her alone in his office. If she wasn’t mistaken, she could’ve
sworn she heard Lacey giggle over the thundering dance music. The cooler air
of his office slapped her back to reality. This was her boss. She shouldn’t
imagine him wanting her for anything other than as an employee.
Fucking cruel Valentine’s Day strikes again.
“Trip, let go of me. I’m here for fun, not so we can have a staff meeting.”
She nudged him away from her, only to have him hold her tighter. “Trip, don’t
make me bust your balls.”
He shut the door with one hand, then turned on her. “We need to talk.”
@Copyright 2013 Megan Slayer